The Mask Falls Away — Washington Square

Catherine flings herself on the sofa. It is almost her last outbreak of grief the world will see. Ostensibly they have only had a difference. She feels a wound anyway. A mask has fallen from Morris's face. She waits for his ring. The fire goes out. At the window she watches the white steps until her father comes in and lifts his hat with exaggerated courtesy. The tribute to a girl despised and forsaken horrifies her. She hurries to her room, then holds herself together at table while he tells stories about a wonderful poodle.

Mrs Penniman leaves her alone until the air stops vibrating, then steals in. Catherine wants nothing, aunt, but to be left alone. The next evening Lavinia returns, sure she can explain dark things. Catherine keeps her at bay. She writes Morris two short notes. He does not answer. On Saturday morning Dr Sloper tells Lavinia the scoundrel has backed out. It is a great pleasure to be in the right. On Sunday Catherine skips afternoon church. Lavinia finds the house empty and imagines a picturesque burst upon his door.

Catherine has only taken a walk. She has been to his house. They said he had left town. She asked no more. She was ashamed. Lavinia speaks of separation and worldly prudence. Catherine flames. Her engagement is not in the least broken. Then she sees the plan. Is it you that have made this plot? You spoil everything you touch. Lavinia says he shrank from bringing down her father's curse, and that he hopes she will not despise him. Catherine answers that she does not. She sees he has given her up deliberately. Lavinia offers herself as company. Catherine shakes her head. I don't believe it. She leaves the room.